Boone
“That went pretty well, right?” I ask Lily as we’re lying in our bed, my arms possessively wrap around her body. My nose nuzzles her bare neck. I have claimed her over and over again, every time we make love, which is every night since the first time I sampled her scrumptious liquid lemon cake. It tastes so delectable, I’m obsessed. I have to have it every chance I’ve got.
She hasn’t claimed me, though. Perhaps, tonight, I’ll make her do it. Theresa never claimed me before, she asked a few times, but somehow, I could never bring myself into agreeing. I never knew why, perhaps the thought that she was never really my fated mate gave me the feeling of reluctance and trepidation. Even though Theresa and I had officially mated somehow, I have never lost the hope of finding my true mat
